From Dying Light to Fallout

I am from the empty glasses everywhere

Stinky, stained, finished

I am from the oak tree

Majestic, mighty, and alone peacefully

I am from dinners together and caring about each other

From Şebnem and Mehmet

I am from the laugh together until your stomach hurts and remain silent until the pain goes

From you are the cutest little baby in the town to finish your plate or the remaining food will cry.

I am from everything is written by people, not by a man living in sky.

I am from Delaware, Kayseri, Adana, İstanbul

Kebab, mantı

From the grandma who lost both of her parents when she was five years old

The grandpa who worked as a teacher for years in many cities and villages

There are videos and pictures recorded on an old camera in the second drawer in my room

Messy, old, unorganised, even embarrassing sometimes, but always happy

I am from the memories of good times and not so good ones, most of the times happy together, or sometimes alone peacefully

Efe Kayra

I am from the drum. I follow the beat of my drum. My drum beats without relenting. This drum is my heart. I follow the beat of my drum. Artsy, corky, quirky and bubbly, I am. I follow the beat of my drum. It's rhythm engulfs and effortless joy I am

From Kindle and Kinder 

I am from remote streets of Sirdarya

Dusty , greasy , but lovely

I am from the weeping willow ,

Let down but still here for so many 

I'm from  and sharing and caring 

From Tursunbay and Shoibek and from the genes and Mari 

I'm from the righteous and quite silent

From the most beautiful, almost divine and not quite quick 

I'm from the middle, right in the center

I'm from Mari and Kazakh, the land that I am gonna improve 

from Pancakes and shorva 

From the grade 4 journey when we all united 

The smell of pancakes in the early morning 

Local studios and toy cafes 

From the warmness and reminders of better life